[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The word "silly" is most suitable for the little fox at the moment. The atmosphere between these two suspected jealous men is already very tense. If things go on like this, there might be a direct fight. At that time, she can take advantage of them. Run away when fighting.As a result, the quick-talking persuasion now made the two men who were facing each other completely point their finger at her, and she wanted to raise her hand and slap herself.

This is not the first time that the little fox has overturned the car, and has encountered such a situation before when such high-quality rations were gathered together to target her.And there were more people that time than this time, there were three people, and they were all big men who were not less dangerous than Hannibal, but that time was not as scary as this time for the little fox.

Whether it is the two brothers Mycroft Sherlock or Jim, the big villain with a white face and a black heart, they are good at and like to play mental torture.Of course, Sherlock is much gentler, he just has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and every time he wants to subconsciously control himself mentally, he will finally give up softly.Another reason is that she herself is not a person who is easily controlled by the mind, and this stream of consciousness is of no use to her.

And Hannibal is completely different from Mycroft and the others. Whether he is a teenager or an adult, he seems to be gentle and gentle, but in fact he is indeed a person who advocates the aesthetics of violence.When they get angry, they definitely use their hands more than their mouths, and what the little fox fears most is physical torture.

Think of the beheaded boy Hannibal, the enemy he ate.Thinking about the Mirko whose neck was broken cleanly lying at the feet of the adult Hannibal just now, the little fox couldn't help but shudder.

"Cold... calm down! Listen to my explanation!" The little fox looked at the two people who were gradually heading towards him, and his heart rose into his throat: "I really have no choice!"

As a last resort?How many times have you said this?The two Hannibals sneered at the same time when they heard the familiar words, their expressions seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

"Really? Last time you said that you were with him... because you had to." Hannibal glanced at the young man and said casually.

The little fox subconsciously turned to look at the boy.

really!The boy's angry eyes fixed on the little fox instantly with questioning.

"Is it necessary?" He gritted his teeth.

"I...he...actually..." The little fox was in a dilemma as he looked at the two men who were staring at him.How should I explain this?Denying this sentence is equivalent to telling the adult Hannibal that he is lying to him. If he does not deny it, then the boy will not be able to explain it.These two people are not easy to provoke, she can't bear to offend either side!

The little fox stuttering like this was basically telling the young man that she had indeed said that kind of thing. He pursed his lips tightly and strode towards her resolutely.

How could Hannibal on the other side allow the boy to get close to the little fox? He immediately chased after him and grabbed the other arm of the little fox.

"Let go!" The boy held the little fox's wrist and pulled him towards him.

"You're really humorous." Hannibal had a soft smile on his face, but the strength with which he held the little fox's hand was not gentle at all.He held her hand tightly, and the yellow eyes covered by the gold-rimmed glasses glowed with a faint cold light: "It is you who should let go."

"Don't pull, don't pull! It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle!" The little fox burst into tears: "Is it okay if I let go! I shouldn't provoke you, you let me go, I will disappear in front of you immediately, absolutely not Appearing again will cause trouble for you!"

The two bosses sneered at the same time: "Dream!" x2

"Cough! Cough!" Suddenly, a man coughed from outside the teaching building, breaking the tense atmosphere in the corridor.

The boy's expression changed, and he turned to look in the direction of the door where the voice came from.

Although the voice didn't say any complete sentences, he could still recognize who it was.That annoying cop who's been chasing murders--Officer Poppier!

...

The young Hannibal guessed right, the person who came was indeed Poppier.

Police officer Popier is currently in charge of tracking down the murderous Nazi war criminals during World War II. However, some war criminals have disappeared without anonymity. Let alone arresting them, the police have not even seen their faces.Recently, they managed to find out a person named Dottrich. Unexpectedly, they received the news that he had been killed as soon as they arrived in Lithuania.

The head was severed, the meat of the two cheeks was cut off, and the mushrooms were made into skewers.How much hatred is there to do such a cruel thing?For some reason, although Dottrich had killed many people, Poppier only thought of the boy who had a tragic childhood experience.

Entering the classroom building through the door on the left, Officer Popier pushed open the basement door and walked down the stairs.At this point in time, that is, the study-crazy boy is still working hard here.In fact, regardless of his suspicions, he still likes this young man very much. Of course, some love for the house cannot be ruled out.

Knock knock!Across the corridor, Officer Popier knocked on the door of the only lit dissection room.

"Please come in." The person inside said.

"Good evening." Popier walked into the house while pushing the door.

"It's you." The expression on the young man's face was light, and his dislike and resistance could be seen if he looked carefully.

Poppier didn't mind the boy's expression, he was used to it a long time ago: "I came today to ask you if you know this man." He took out a photo from the inner pocket of his jacket.

The young man left the microscope, looked up and glanced at the photo: "He, of course I know him." His expression gradually turned cold: "What? Did you catch him?"

While carefully observing the boy's expression, Popier replied, "He's in Lithuania, but he's dead."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with a little joy: "Dead? What a retribution!"

From the coldness of seeing the photo of the enemy to the unconcealed joy of knowing that the enemy is dead, there is no problem with the change of the boy's expression.But Poppier didn't dispel his doubts about him, after all, this kid is very good at acting.

"Did you kill him?" Poppier asked suddenly, unexpectedly.

"If possible, I really hope that I can kill him with my own hands." The boy raised his eyes and glanced at Popier, then hooked the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "But I believe there will be opportunities in the future, after all, he is not the only enemy I have. "

"Don't be blinded by hatred." Popier advised in time: "You still have a bright future, don't sacrifice yourself for revenge. Hand them over to the law for trial. I believe Madam Zi hopes so too."

The young man seemed to be touched by Popier's words. He bowed his head in silence for a long time before speaking in a slightly relaxed tone: "If I track them down and can hold back the anger in my heart, then I'll hand them over to you." He Said lightly.

Popier took a deep look at the boy, and didn't continue talking about this topic.

Using half-truths and half-false words to deal with Popier away, the boy locked the door of the planing room, and then opened the back room on the other side.

"Gone?" Hannibal, who was standing in front of the incinerator, asked sideways.

The young man glanced away indifferently, completely ignoring the old man.

"Fox, it's time for us to talk." He said to the little fox in a deep voice.

The tense atmosphere in the corridor just now was relieved by Popier's interruption. Now that the three of them got together again, they were surprisingly calm.

The narrow, rectangular window is closed by the telescopic rod, and the handle is twisted to lock the latch, completely turning the inside of the house into a secret room, and also preventing everything in the house from being transmitted outside.The three of them chose their seats and sat down. They didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but they vaguely sandwiched the little fox in the middle.

"I'm actually... sick." The little fox looked around at the two of them.

"I see." Hannibal smiled lightly.

"Heh..." The young man twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently.

"What I said is true, I swear to God!" The little fox raised three fingers.

"Then tell me, what's wrong with you?" Hannibal leaned on the table with one hand, and looked at the little fox with his cheeks on his fingers.

"I have a disease that will kill me without a man." The little fox said with a sad face.

"..."x2

What the hell is this!Running the train with her mouth full, this woman really needs to be cleaned up!

Seeing that the faces of the two people changed, the little fox quickly continued to explain: "I get sick for a period of time every year, as if I have been drugged, and I have to have sex with men..." She also used this lie to deceive Bruce before, ready-made He said: "If you don't believe me, we can try it. I will definitely get sick within a month. You can give me a physical examination then!" Although she has not yet reached the estrus period, fortunately she did not waste much time during this time Monster power, a little bit of monster power can't use illusion, if it can't be faked, then make it real, and then directly use monster power to make the body hot!

The little fox's swear words and the calmness of accepting the observation test made the two Hannibals start to think seriously about the possibility of this disease.

The two of them can be said to be big men in medicine. Although Hannibal later changed his job to become a psychologist, he has never forgotten what he has learned before.They have seen countless cases, but they have never seen such intractable diseases.Listening to the little fox's narration, it seems to be the estrus period of animals.

Thinking of the animal rut, something flashed in Hannibal's mind.He froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and thought about it carefully.Before, he found that all the marks on the little fox's body had disappeared, especially the wound on his neck bitten by him. No matter how good the physique was, it was impossible for a person with good physique to recover so quickly.This speed of healing is absolutely unscientific, coupled with this unprecedented animal-like estrus disease, and her strange name...

"You won't be one of those fox elves in novels who can grow up?" Hannibal tilted his head, his eyes fell on the little fox's face lightly.

Fuck?The little fox's pupils narrowed.